I don’t believe absolutely everything happens for a reason. This isn’t a swipe at the almighty, but c’mon, really? Everything?
Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God, as we understood Him.
Sure, it’s presumptuous to assume I know better than God. Just because I don’t understand something, doesn’t mean God hasn’t already figured it out. I feel a lot of God’s will falls under the category, “wait & see”. And I can live with that, when it pertains to me, my thoughts, my relationships, and my alcoholism.
But accidents happen. Floods and hurricanes. The evils of man. I don’t claim to understand them, but I don’t believe God’s up there, arms folded, with a “wait for it…” look on his puss. I just can’t.
So you know what I do? Let it go. Don’t think about it. I’d purposefully made my head fuzzy for a couple decades; now I demanded 100% clarity? Pretty ballsy.
I try to take what I need and leave the rest. I don’t throw the baby out with the bath water, mainly because I’m that baby.